Date: Fri, 2 Jul 2010 20:29:30 +0000
From: Glen Williams
Subject: A WWE story: Slater and Gabriel
This story is completely fictional. It is about the relationship between
two celebrities. I have no knowledge of the real persuasion of either of
the guys and stress that this is pure fantasy. WWE owns whatever it owns in
terms of names and trademarks and such. If you are not 18 or if it is
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Justin Gabriel was on top of the world. A few months ago he was slumming it
in the WWE developmental territory in Florida before being given some
exposure of the first season of NXT, an elimination style show. After
making it all the way to third place and final show, he had sadly been
eliminated. At first he had worried that he would end up back in FCW, or
even worse, wished well in his future endeavours, but instead, he had been
approached by the winner of NXT and made an offer -- join him in showing
the WWE Superstars that they were here to stay. Justin had readily agreed.
He didn't want to go back to developmental and he didn't want to be
released.
In the same boat was another NXT rookie, the `One Man Rock Band' Heath
Slater. Slater had also agreed to join up with the other NXT members in
their new group and had relished the opportunity to perform in front of
larger audiences beating people down on Raw. But what he really relished
was the chance to spend more time with Justin Gabriel. Ever since the two
had first met, Slater had nursed a secret crush on the slim but well built
South African. Sitting in the locker room after the group had just debuted
on WWE's flagship Raw program and destroyed the set, attacking all the
people at ringside, Slater couldn't help but look over at Gabriel. While
all the rookies wore brief like trunks, Gabriel's seemed so much smaller.
Slater noticed the way they tapered in at the waist at clearly showed of
the V shape of Gabriel's former male model torso. As Slater continued to
check out his work mate he equally couldn't help but notice that the trunks
clung to Gabriel in all the right places, empathising the bulge made by
what looked like a fine sized cock and a muscular tight arse.
"Well done gentleman, well done," the rookies were congratulated by Vince
McMahon, chairman of the WWE who entered their dressing room. "We were all
very impressed by that showing and having had a quick glance at the
internet, already people are talking about you all." Scanning the room,
Vince stopped at Justin Gabriel and specifically congratulated him on his
excellent 450 splash. Gabriel couldn't have been happier. The smile on his
face likely wouldn't be leaving for a week. As Vince got ready to leave the
dressing room he asked one of the other rookies, a guy called Daniel Bryan
to come with him. Gabriel wasn't sure what that meant, but he was sure
whatever Vince had in mind would be good for business. As he smiled around
the room, he couldn't help but catch Heath Slater looking at him from
across the room. When Heath realised he had been caught looking, he quickly
looked away, but this just confirmed what Gabriel had already noticed,
clearly Heath was interested.
Justin had once been a male model, he knew the signs. He also knew that
wrestling had only helped tone his already impressive body and, with the
performance oil liberally applied, he knew everything was popping in all
the right places. Looking across at Heath, Gabriel realised he'd never done
it with a ginger guy before. Heath's hair was a dark ginger, and it was
long to his neck. His body wasn't as clearly defined as Gabriel's, but it
was lean and athletic and when Heath did his ring taunt there was certainly
something about him that made Gabriel look again. The other thing that
occurred to Gabriel was that Heath was obviously nervous and embarrassed,
and so the best way for Gabriel to get some, would be if he made the first
move. As the other guys all began to drift away and get ready to go for
dinner or whatever, Gabriel walked over to where Slater was sat, leaned in
close and asked if he wanted to go for quick bite, or something, being sure
to place some emphasis on the word something in his South African accented
voice. Heath looked up and stammered out that he would love to. Smiling
down, Gabriel went off to the showers, telling Heath he would see him
outside in a bit.
Heath was shocked. The guy he'd been crushing on for months just asked him
out. But was it just as friends? He wasn't sure. It didn't sound that way
and the body language didn't seem that way either. Shit, what was he going
to do? Having already showered, Heath dressed and went out to the car
parking area to wait and see what Gabriel had planned. He wasn't waiting
long, as he was soon joined by the South African stud; he had slipped into
a tight dress shirt and some designer jeans that looked about a size too
small and clearly showed off his muscular backside.
The two went for dinner, and throughout it Heath couldn't help but notice
that Gabriel kept making crude jokes or double entendres that left him
stammering and red faced, while Gabriel just kept laughing. As dessert was
wheeled out, Gabriel decided that seen as, if thing went to plan he was
soon going to be getting a good work out, he would have a creamy ice cream
sundae. As he was eating it, he noticed Heath was giggling to
himself. "Gonna tell me what's so funny" he asked Heath.
"You have some cream on your nose," Heath giggled back.
"Well you best get it off for me, I can hardly see it myself" replied
Gabriel.
Heath leaned in, and without bothering to grab a napkin, wiped the cream
off with his finger. Gabriel took the chance to make sure that Heath knew
exactly what was one the cards for tonight and grabbed his hand, moving his
cream covered finger to his mouth and slowly sucking it off, licking the
tip of the finger and then sliding it inside, bobbing a few times on it,
and then moving off. Throughout all this he kept clear eye contact with
Heath who went several shade of red and grew hard as a rock in his pants.
"I think it's time to go" Gabriel smirked at Heath, leaving more than
enough money to cover their bill as he led Heath by the hand and from the
restaurant, "we're heading back to my motel room."
In the motel room, the two men were quick to start making out on the bed,
rubbing and humping and shedding clothes. Gabriel pulled away from Heath
and told him to strip to his underwear while he went to the bathroom. Heath
couldn't believe it; here he was in Justin Gabriel's motel room, about to
engage in some good hard gay sex. He quickly shed his shirt and jeans,
revealing a pair of white briefs that contrasted with his ginger
hair. Hearing a cough he looked round to see Gabriel had returned to the
room and had also stripped down, to a pair of tight black boxer briefs that
emphasised his bulge and made Heath drool.
Gabriel walked forward slowly. He massaged his bulging black boxers as he
did so and his cock was growing to full hardness. This was awesome. As
Gabriel reached the sofa he reached down and pulled Heath to his feet,
mashing their lips together, sliding his tongue out and in to Heath's
mouth. Heath returned the kiss and the two guys swapped spit as they mashed
their hard cocks together in their underwear. The black of Gabriel's boxers
bulged obscenely and were a marked contrast to the white of the briefs
which contained Heath's hardness. Gabriel grabbed at Heath's briefs clad
arse and ground himself into the hard cock that he could feel through the
thin cotton of the briefs and his own boxers. The bulges rubbed together
and both lads groaned into the mouth of the other as they continued to
kiss. Heath moved his hands to Gabriel's chest and started to rub and pull
at Gabriel's nipples and hard, built pecs. He pulled back from Gabriel's
kissing and moved his head down to the right nipple. He took the erect nub
into his mouth and slowly started to suck, while using his tongue to tease
the end. Gabriel loved this. He loved having a guy appreciate his chest. He
spent ages working out every day to make sure that his body looked in
pristine condition.
"You like my muscles Heath?" Gabriel asked, as Heath continued to lick and
suck away.
Heath released the nipple, smiled up at Gabriel with a cheeky grin and
replied "Oh hell yeah."
"Here you go then, lick away," Gabriel said as he flexed his muscles.
Heath licked away at the tensing chest muscles, licking up into an armpit
and down to a bulging bicep. He loved that this muscular guy was letting
him have his way and lick, suck and explore whatever he wanted. His cock
was rock hard in his briefs and he was in serious danger of spunking
himself without even touching his dick.
Gabriel loved the silky feeling of a hot tongue moving over his body. It
felt good on his nipples, good in his armpit, good on his bicep and he knew
it was going to feel damn good when he got it on his cock. Pushing on
Heath's head, he forced the ginger wrestler to his knees and thrust his
bulged boxers into Heath's face. Heath immediately continued to lick and
suck away, through the boxer shorts that confined the cock in front of
him. Heath raised his hands and pulled the boxers down Gabriel's
thighs. Gabriel's hard cocked slapped up onto his hard stomach. It was
circumcised and slightly darker than Gabriel's already tanned South African
skin. The heavy purple knob head leaked precum, which ran down in copious
amounts. Heath had never seen such a nice cock; in fact he has never seen
anything other than a plain white American cock, and the girls he had been
with had generally been skanks he'd done for the sake of keeping up
appearances. Now here was a foreign one in front of him, and it was leaking
more precum than he had ever seen a cock leak. It was literally like a
leaky tap with the amount of clear liquid that was dripping from the
end. Heath ran his tongue up and down the sides of the cock, tasting
Gabriel's dark skin. The precum that he could taste tasted different to the
precum of the lads he'd sucked in the past. It has a slightly tangier
taste, but it was a taste that was unmistakably male and unmistakably
hot. The length was close to 9inches, it had to be as Heath could hardly
get it down his throat. He knew he could take 8inches, but this was a
struggle. The knob was thick and it pushed at the sides of his throat as he
tried to deepthroat it down to the balls. As he tried to do this, he
slipped his hands up Gabriel's legs and played with his balls, tickling
them gently with his finger tips.
Gabriel looked down and loved the sight of the struggling grappler man
trying to please him. He believed that effort deserved reward, so he pulled
Heath off his cock, pulled him up, kissed him hard so as to taste his own
precum and then pushed Heath back on to the sofa. Gabriel dropped to his
knees before the athletic and slender ginger hottie and buried his face
into the briefs in front of him. He sucked at the knob that he could taste
through the briefs before pulling them down and engulfing Heath's dick to
the root in one go; his nose was tickled by Heath's ginger pubes and his
wide usually smiling mouth was filled with cock and came to rest on Heath's
full balls and hairy pubis.
This was becoming a habit to Heath. His cock, at just under 7inches was
hardly small, but the last two guys he'd gone with could swallow the whole
thing in one go. He would get a complex about it, but frankly it felt so
good to just have his cock enveloped in one go, to feel his head sliding
down the throat of a guy, to know that he had the power to keep that guy on
his knees sucking away until he reached climax was amazing to Heath. It
wasn't like this with girls, but with guys, there was something rawer;
something more primal.
Gabriel moved his head up and down the cock, using his tongue to work the
sides and the knob, sucking up the sparse in comparison precum and slowly
moving his hands in circles over Heath's teen arse globes. He spread his
fingers and moved them closer and closer the crack and to the hole he knew
he would find there. Sticking the middle finger from each of his hands into
the crack, he located the hole and, without warning, simply pressed them
both in to the hole.
Heath groaned and shot spunk down Gabriel's throat. He was awestruck by how
quickly he had cum; shooting his cream from just having some finger shoved
in to his arse. He couldn't believe that, but it felt so good. Gabriel
loved the taste of the cum on his tongue, but he had other plans for
it. Pulling off Heath's cock, he stood up and grabbed Heath's ankles,
lifting his legs. He then dropped back to his knees, but placed Heath's
legs over his shoulders. This allowed him to see clearly Heath's tight
pucker. Gabriel spat the spunk he had just received from Heath's cock on to
Heath's arsehole. He then stood up and thrust his long dick in to the hole,
using the hot ginger wrestlers cum as lube.
Heath felt like he was being split in two, but the feeling that he had got
from just Gabriel's finger were multiplied as he felt the thick
uncircumcised knob rub over his prostate again and again. He moaned and
groaned about on the sofa, aware that he was making a lot of noise but not
caring because he was embracing the fact that he was a true born cock
slut. He loved the feeling of cock in his mouth or up his arse. He wanted
to do this all the time. Forget girls, it was all about cock for Heath from
now on. He never wanted Gabriel to cum as that thick South African cock
felt so good up his tight hole. He started to flex his anal muscles and
squeeze down on Gabriel, raising his arse to meet the thrusts into it.
"Harder......please......fuck me harder," groaned out Heath as his prostate
took another hit. Gabriel started to really thrust in and out. He was
battering the arse on his cock and was loving every minute. It felt so good
to just be able to let loose and just fuck. Nothing felt better than to
just pound away at some tight man arse. It was always tighter than pussy
and guys who limited themselves were just missing out. He looked down at
Heath squirming below him. He could see how much Heath was enjoying it from
the way he was breathing and moaning; his body thrashing about and clearly
loving the cock that was literally rabbit pounding his prostate. Gabriel
leaned in and whispered to Heath, "don't you wish we could do this is the
ring? I could fuck you hard in front of all those people, just imagine it,
them all cheering as I fucked your arse hard, them all screaming as I climb
the turnbuckle and hit my 450 splash, cock first, right in to your tight
hole."
As he was saying this Gabriel reached down and grabbed Heath's cock, which
had never gone down. He jerked it no more than five times before Heath shot
spunk high in to the air. As his arse tightened and clenched around the
invader thrusting in to it, Gabriel came hard, spurting spunk deep into
Heath's colon.
As the hard bodied wrestler came down from their sex high, they made out,
talking to each other about the other guys in the locker room they would
love to do, or had done and how maybe they could do this again, or do it
again with another member added.